B is for World Girl

i feel the title's a little to be desired but that aside - coolness. Pax.

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Once upon a time a boy fell in love with a girl

And she was the world

She wasn’t ‘his world’

She was THE WORLD.

And yes, the tides rose when she cried

But you should see the sun rise in her laughter

And her face gave comfort to these tiny miscreant deviants that come out at night

Cause she was a moon

And he stood there

Like a priest of some ancient cult

Offering to the moon

Offering to the sun

Offering to the keeper of the waters

Offering himself

To this world

And they say, "what does it profit a man..."

But have you loved this woman?

Have you yearned for this woman?

Does the mourning tell you, “change your condition”?

Do your knights seek the instruction of the wind?

That sigh, escaping her lips…

And do the rumblings beneath her calm and composed exterior,

Drive you to save her?

With prayers that mean much

With words that say little

With super-manic deliberation till all of her nations were settled?

Will you stay and pray the God of this world heals her

This boy did

This boy does

This boy loves her

Cause she wasn’t ‘his world’

She was THE WORLD…  and how could he breathe without her?

Tracy j H

© 01:09:2011